In "There's No Crying in Pocket Pool", the anonymous Hart Brachen (h.b.) sets the stage, quite literally, with a one act play that reads briskly but with fervor. At the heart of the story is "BigBri", a modern-day take on a Willie Loman-meets-Biff tragic hero living in his mother's basement in Cillicothe, MO. His trials and tribulations as an internet troll are borne out as words on a monitor screen. The only thing he desires most in life is that attention must be paid.

The only fault to be found within the digital pages of this offering is that the reader is left wanting to learn more about the bartender. h.b.'s masterpiece lends itself well to an evening of light reading. Available only on Kindle software everywhere.

Loved the book, although I am sure it will just validate BigBri's opinion that we care more about him/Yanks than he/Yanks care about us, and by virtue of that, become even more insufferable. Although now it occurs to me (and maybe I am hopelessly naive and everyone knows this but me?), is BigBri real? Is he really well-done satire? I was recently fooled on Twitter by the brilliant peanutfreemom who turned out to be a send-up of the elitist helicopter mom and who was so welldone in caricature that I swallowed the hook whole and sent scathing comments her direction....

So the book costs as much as 1 MLB stadium beer? If that is a veiled reference to the possibility that HB will be drinking all the book revenues, than I for one am happy to contribute to HB's beer fund.

If we all want to know who h.b. is we can just wait to watch the next game and look for someone with a sox shirt up over their head, 20 beers in front of them and gleefully doing the 'What what in the Butt' dance with their seat mates.

Creepy. It sounds like my dad (Mets degenerate, think 1986, think a war in our TV room)and I on a typical day while I am between bitches. He wants to blast SNY, the lamest sorry assed network in the world. Thank god he agrees with me re:YES. That psycho guy, VEERRRRY CREEPY!
Reminds me of a girl I did while Pedro was Pedey, i.e. the 1997-2003 days. Grady made me look smart. 'Nuf said. She might be practicing psych, how I have no idea, as she is a total Donald/Daffy (On her bettah days, Daffy, esp. in bed-WHEEE!!!)Duck class QUACK! Hell, she has slept with fans of That Team, The Mets and The Jays. One Sawx fan. Me.
The story is wonderful. It was very good with a cold Bud and Rush Limbaugh on audio stream. Keep on believeing in the SAWX!!!

Bought it. Am readsing it and have learned a lot. For example, I had been pronouncing BigBri as Big Bree. I now know differently. Also, h.b., on page (or screen) 30 or so, Terry calls Stan Dan. Was that a Freudian slip?

And while I am thoroughly enjoying it and was totally happy to "buy you a drink", h.b., as it were, part of me thinks it would have been just as enjoyable actually having a drink with you.

Now for a deliberate, confused downunder, double post:
Fascinated to see that Bob's comment on Amazon was 'removed by author'. Which author? The author of the e-book? The author of the comment? Stephen Fucking King? WTF????